Ace
Prologue
Every superhero has a story. Most of them had an accident that gave them superhuman abilities, and others are aliens from another planet. Or an alternate timeline. Maybe even a different universe. Or they have some genetic mutation that makes them super. That’s what I am. Scientists call us mutatio-homosapiens. Reporters call us mutants. Pedestrians call us freaks. The law has no place for us. But who even is us? There’s only me. Sure, I’ve heard of others like me on the news, but the problem is, none of them really are like me. For one, they all seem much older, and for another, none of them live in cities with crime rates as low as Vancouver’s. They always have crimes to stop and people to save. Here, there is rarely anything that the police can’t handle, leaving me to deal with unarmed masked men who steal bags of potato chips from the convenience store. There’s never anything exciting, but then again, maybe that’s a good thing.